The Wanderer - Insomnium

Song of the sirens, brings me no joy

Caress of a maiden, leaves me hollow

And the night slowly turns

Towards the daybreak

This crown on my forehead, feels like a burden

These golden pendants, now weigh down my neck

And the wine in my mouth

Will taste like ashes

And still I roam

With broken knees I wander

And still I roam (on and on)

Till the end of days

I sold my poor soul, to unfold the secrets

I lost my poor soul, to possess the riches

And still I craved for more and more

To satisfy my hunger

I’m doomed to wander the earth

Cursed to roam these lands

Until the heavens die

Till the seven seas will boil

I’m doomed to wander the earth

Cursed to roam these lands

Until the sun has waned

Till I find my wretched soul

Everyone I’ve ever loved is long since gone

Cruel are the years that pass

On this forlorn road

I hear the Pale Rider scoffing at my throes

For Death will never touch me

No redemption till I find my blackened soul

For Death will never touch me

Until I find my poor soul

(Death won’t take me…)